You Are Not What We Expected
by Sidura Ludwig
Astoria, £12.99
Reviewed by Karen Skinazi
In her novel, Disobedience, Naomi Alderman’s North-West London is full of “respectable women who spend their lives driving Volvos between Kosher King and Hasmonean”. Eve Harris’s NW women in The Marrying of Chani Kaufman have “worn-out wombs” and “mousy wigs”. Francesca Segal’s characters are trapped, “held in orbit by the hot sun of the community. . . Such was the way in Jewish north-west London,” as the narrator of The Innocents relates.
Jewish North-West London, we might surmise, is not the most exciting place on earth. Yet through these works of fiction, it has become a vivid part of contemporary cultural and literary imagination.
I grew up in Thornhill, a place a lot like North-West London: quiet, “respectable,” very Jewish. Thornhill sits just north of Toronto, and, no one has bothered to turn its shuls and kosher supermarkets into powerful prose — until Sidura Ludwig, a Winnipeg-born member of Birmingham’s Central Synagogue, wrote You Are Not What We Expected.